As I Look At You
As I look at You
through the eyes of my heart
and see your effect on me,
my friend,
I see how we grappled with life together
and how important you are,
newly, in a fresh way -
like Spring's first buds,
rising out of mother Earth,
moist and warmed by the April Sun
A little thing in my vision,
just a trivial matter, really,
purely incidental,
impelled me to thinking of you
and how I slighted
the one I love -
my friend that I grow with,
You, my love
It was such a thing as hardly belongs in a poem,
- a scratch on a piece of furniture
And then,
the thought-stream suggested this,
and led to that,
and the connections were made -
how richly rewarded am I
to have You
in my life
